After I had made my peace with my expected departure after the baby was born, I decided to focus on the bright side. After all, I would always have a place to look back to, people whom it warmed my heart to think of.
“Rosalie, it isn’t that bad!” Georgia laughed as I stared at the green goop that had been given for me to eat.
“Do I have to eat that?” I replied, wide-eyed, as I let it drop from the spoon back into the bowl. I looked up at Vicky and Georgia, bewildered at the amusement they found in the situation.
“Estrella said it’s a protein pudding, and filled with nutrients—”
“But so is real food,” I protested in a voice only I could hear. I put the bowl down and picked up the orange juice sitting on the tray. “Am I not allowed to have real food? Bacon, eggs– something.”
Georgia bur
